The buzzing of her alarm clock woke Jon up from her peaceful slumber. She let out a moan and a deep sigh as she stretched her smaller, yet athletic physique across her bed. She opened her eyes and looked down, smiling when she remembered that last night was indeed not a dream. She glanced over at the alarm clock and noticed that it was set for 5:00 AM, nearly two hours earlier then when she normally got up. Feeling her long hair crash against her face, she guessed what the reason was. She walked over to the closet, feeling a degree of satisfaction when she put on a pair of panties and a bra (years of crossdressing had made her an expert in women's clothing) and an old T-shirt. She walked out of her room and into the bathroom, not taking the time to notice the pictures on her wall.
As she washed her hair in the shower, she felt over every inch of her new body, enjoying the feel of the warm water hitting her smooth skin. As she rubbed her hands over her new breasts, she felt sharp tingles of pleasure shoot from them, going up and down her spine. Stifling a moan by biting her bottom lip, Jon reached down and stuck hs fingers into her pussy. She nearly gasped in pleasure as she felt around down there with tentative touches, her rhthym becoming more focused as she found the most sensitive spots. She let out a soft moan, alarmed at the sound of her voice for the first time, but smiling for a brief moment before the veil of pleasure overtook her again. When she was a guy she had always wondered how it really felt for a woman, how it felt to be pleasured. Now that she felt it, she decided that, certainly, women had it better in that department.
A hard knock at the door to the bathroom broke her concentration. "Come on Jonnie," came a girl's voice from the other side, "You're gonna use all the hot water."
Jon turned off the shower head after finishing washing her hair. "So that's my name now," she said to herself, again started with the light hilt of her feminine voice. Just another thing to smile about, she told herself, as she stepped out of the shower. She grabbed a towel and wrapped her hair in it with all the expertise of someone who had been doing it for years. She thought nothing of it, and she opened the door to find something very startling.
There staring back at her was Zoe, but not the person that she had known. Gone was the hair dyed black, the fishnet skirt and the overbearing eyeshadow, instead replaced with someone who looked...well...normal. She looked like a younger version of Jon, with the same hair style, though darker in color, and with a slightly less built figure. "What's wrong," Zoe asked, arching her eyebrow, but not responding with the same anger and resentment that she had always had towards her brother.
"Uhh...nothing," Jon replied, moving quickly out of the way so that Zoe could go into the bathroom. She stared at the door for a couple of moments, before a deep voice broke her view. She turned, pale as a ghost as she saw her father staring back at her.
"Something wrong pumpkin?" her dad asked, smiling at her. Jon just shook her head and dashed for her room, shutting the door behind her. She breathed heavily, a wild mixture of emotions going through her brain. Her father wasn't supposed to be there...her father was dead....
She looked down at the floor and frantically grabbed at the stone. She wasn't sure what she felt at the moment, but quickly she wished, "I wish that I knew what changed because of my wish last night." She was forced to look away for a moment, and was floored by what she had learned...
